Speak of love, pure.

1.
Noise is condemned to be named so
Only when the sound is undesirable
And Silence with all its glorious virtues
Cannot compete with masterful melodies

2.
No sound is sweeter to hear
And no melody masterful enough
To be recognised beside the voice of a lover
Confessing love to dear beloved

3.
Give voice to your love
If your love rings through and true,
Even if it is the fable words you utter
"Dear beloved, I love you"

4.
If only the knowledge of the unknown becomes clear to the lover and the loved.,
Oh how they will rejoice
Knowing an endless tangle of doubt
was kissed and put to bed.